I neither shined nor puked on the pitch last night in my first soccer game in well over two decades (See Advice).
Our team played three matches--one against a group of North African graduate students, a second against a team of firemen, and a third against the staff of the university on whose field we practice.
Let me tell you, I thought my heart would explode in my chest and today my whole body is sore as hell. (Must remember to sign up for a double hip replacement in fifteen years.) Still, it feels pretty damn good to be in this much pain. Looking forward to our next practice.